Young +

**Verse 1** In a world that's spinning fast, the future feels so far away, Young hearts chasing dreams, but they’re lost in disarray. Millions without steady jobs, in the shadows, they remain, Seeking education, skills, but their chances slip like rain. **Pre-Chorus** They’re reaching for a future that’s so out of sight, Caught in endless cycles, where the days blend into night. Two in every three are women fighting on their own, Struggling to build a life, to make a place their own. **Chorus** Oh, they’re searching for a way to rise, In a world that’s cold and full of lies, Trying to find a place to stand, To build a life with their own hands. In the chaos of the informal scene, They’re chasing hopes that feel so keen. They’re calling out for something real, For a chance to live, to dream, to feel. **Verse 2** No degrees or formal paths, just a hope that’s burning low, In a world that overlooks them, where their talents seldom show. Women face the hardest fights, in a struggle to survive, Without the means to lift them up, they’re fighting to stay alive. **Pre-Chorus** They’re reaching for a future that’s so out of sight, Caught in endless cycles, where the days blend into night. Two in every three are women fighting on their own, Struggling to build a life, to make a place their own. **Chorus** Oh, they’re searching for a way to rise, In a world that’s cold and full of lies, Trying to find a place to stand, To build a life with their own hands. In the chaos of the informal scene, They’re chasing hopes that feel so keen. They’re calling out for something real, For a chance to live, to dream, to feel. **Bridge** And though the road is rough and the nights are long, They’ll keep on fighting, they’ll stay strong. For every soul that’s lost and worn, There’s a light that guides them through the storm. **Chorus** Oh, they’re searching for a way to rise, In a world that’s cold and full of lies, Trying to find a place to stand, To build a life with their own hands. In the chaos of the informal scene, They’re chasing hopes that feel so keen. They’re calling out for something real, For a chance to live, to dream, to feel. **Outro** So let the voices rise and let the heartbeats blend, For every dream denied, a new one will ascend. In the face of struggle, in the fight they face, They’ll find a way to carve out their own place.